And then I hit my thumb with a hammer.

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Last weekend we finally got to go home to visit with my family.  We had been trying to make that happen since January.  Winter, you can never plan around it.  Well you can, but plan to have your plans derailed.  It was so good to see everyone.

When we came home on Sunday it absolutely poured the rain almost the entire way home.  We saw two truly horrific traffic accidents.  The first one, there were three ambulances, two firetrucks and five state troopers.  No one was in a hurry to remove people from the scene, so I took that as a very bad sign for the people involved.

The second was literally two or three minutes later and I was still looking back at the first accident when I hear Denton say “Oh my God”.  I turn around and he said another car on the other side of the interstate was spinning out of control down the highway.  He hit the median and immediately bounced back into traffic and hit the ditch on the other side.  But, we finally made it home safe and sound.

On Monday, Denton tells me that he needs to go right back to where we literally, I mean literally just came from for a meeting with work.  The plan was that I was going to go with him, so to prepare, I did four days worth of work in my office in two, but I ended up not going.  So I stayed home and Hayden and I worked on the floors some more.  More on that later.

While we were at home, one of my nephews told me that he needed a hood and hood light for one of his fish tanks.  I asked him what size it was and he told me.  I walked into my salvation army on Tuesday and found one IN THE BOX for $3.00.  It still had the original price tag on it for almost $30.00.  I love it when that happens, don’t you?  I sent it to my nephew with Denton.  He was very happy.  I told my brother that I can find just about anything we need at a yard sale or thrift shop and he said “I believe it”.  But, I also told him that I need to know that they need something before I can find it.  Otherwise I would never have bought the fish tank hood.  😉

Hayden and I took out another long hallway’s carpet, the pad and the tack strips.  I told Denton at the end of the day that I felt like we had worked like slaves.  But then I backtracked and said no, that’s not true.  I am compulsively always trying to be honest with myself, and I had to admit that I would make a terrible slave.  Actually, they would probably just do away with me because I need to stop and take a break about every 45 minutes.  Turning 44 this year has made me feel every single year of it.  Seriously, I would love to have the brute strength of my husband sometimes so badly I can almost taste it!

This hallway leads to all of the bedrooms in our house.  It’s about 4 feet wide and 25? feet long.  Just removing the trim, carpet, carpet pad and tack strips took almost 6 hours.  The people who finished out my house were complete lunatics.  Have I mentioned this before?  Each piece of trim has at least 14 (14!!!) 2 1/2 inch nails in it.  For crying out loud people, this house isn’t going to get up and walk around.  Talk about major overkill.  In the midst of removing the 6,942 nails from all of the trim so that I can paint it later, I glanced the hammer off of one of the nails and whacked my thumb with it.  Oh my, the pain.  I haven’t had a pain like that in I don’t know how long.  It was unending.  It truly felt like someone had the nerve in the thumb held down, and every time my heart beat that sadist would hit it with the hammer again.

Then I made the mistake of sticking my thumb in my mouth.  Let me tell you, that was a big mistake.  The heat from my mouth intensified the pain another thousand degrees.  That lasted about twenty minutes.  Now it just aches if I touch something.  Do you know how often you touch something with the end of your thumb?  A lot.  All day long as a matter of fact.

That’s what’s been happening in my life so far this week.  What’s going on in your world?

 

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